Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.